Psychological

The Heart's Eclipse
I. The Prelude In the quiet and charming town of Willow brook, settled between moving slants and an immaculate stream, there was a nature of assumption that hadn't been felt in a very long time. The heavenly sky planned to fake it — a total sun fueled dark, an unprecedented and shocking event that had been absent from the town's skies for more than a significant stretch. The entire town murmured with energy as they sorted out for the presentation that would after a short time ease their skies.
By aMc2 years ago in Fiction
The Hike. Top Story - September 2023.
The morning sun painted the sky with inviting hues of pink and gold as he pulled into a little dirt lot on the side of a gravel road. He had been looking forward to getting away all week, and after a moderate amount of online research he landed on this trail, about 90 minutes outside the city. The trail promised a sense of tranquility that he yearned for, and was lacking, in his busier life near the city life. Now that he was parked in the, he took in his surroundings, along with deep satisfying breaths full of all-natural, organic air. He laced up his new shoes, which were technically meant for “trail running,” but that he mostly used for leisurely hikes like this one. The sun was warm and the sweat was already beginning to mingle with his banana-scented sunscreen. He noticed that his car was the only one in the lot except for an old beat up pickup truck that looked more permanently abandoned there than waiting for its owners to arrive later that day.
By NJ Reed2 years ago in Fiction
Guilty. Content Warning.
The essence of it is the same but I can see that it is different. The curtains in the front room, for starters. We had a more sedate check pattern and I can see that these are some sort of modern floral, or maybe, Cath Kidston? Either way, they are cheerful and light. And the front door is one of those PVC affairs with the mock grain, that try to look like wood up close. A cheerful blue. Looks smarter and will need less maintenance but, in my opinion, appears false in the context of the Victorian terrace for which it is the mouthpiece. The garden at the front looks good. They've used it to grow their own produce so it's alive. Beans clambering up stakes with dots of red and the yellow blooms of courgettes. There's a nice feel to the place. Mind you, when we lived there, it wasn't lacking care. To all outward appearances, it looked a happy home. And I thought it was but now, having moved out, I keep wondering if it ever was.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Lost In Time
‘Do you fancy a cuppa, love?’ Dick asked, slowly pushing himself to his feet. ‘Oh, go on then,’ sighed his wife as she placed her knitting needles down for the first time in two hours, ‘if you’re popping the kettle on anyway.’
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction
A life of fear
In a small, serene village nestled between rolling hills and a calm, babbling brook, there lived a young woman named Lily. Lily was known throughout the village for her kind heart and gentle spirit, but she carried a heavy burden that few knew about—crippling anxiety.
By TEDDY PLANET2 years ago in Fiction
Gabriela Cavallin Ties That Bind. Content Warning.
Rain tapped gently against the windows of the small, cozy house where the Garcia family had gathered for their annual reunion. Inside, the scent of home-cooked food mingled with the warmth of shared laughter, creating a haven of love and nostalgia.
By Michael2 years ago in Fiction
Time's Melody. Content Warning.
In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills, there lived a man named Samuel. Samuel was known far and wide for his infectious laughter and warm smile. He was the heart of the community, always willing to lend a hand or offer a kind word to anyone in need. But as the years passed, Samuel began to notice something unsettling - time, like a swift river, waited for no one.
By Cynthia2 years ago in Fiction
The Strike of the Viper . Content Warning.
I don't think I'm going to make it out this time," Jackson thought as he sat tied to a chair. He was a bounty hunter from The Bronx, tough as they come, but even tough as hell bounty hunters can run into trouble.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
2300. Content Warning.
The day was cold and dewy, but my body felt hot. The more I ran, the hotter I got. Looking back and seeing someone chasing you down with everything they have is scarier than any horror movie. "Come here, you think you're low" they yell, but I keep running searching for a store or something to run into. I can't help but think about how this guy is going to send me to the ER or the morgue if he catches me. If my life was a book they would have to ban it in every fucking country "shit". I bust a right into the deli I always go to hoping the ock can show at least a little bit of love but that was immediately crushed when the ock ran straight into the back and locked the door probably rushing to call the police. While I'm stuck holding this door closed because this want-to-be hulk is kicking it in with all the might they could fester. "Open up the door pussy, I'm really going to jail today. Yo open up the door!!!!!!". In my head I screamed "Oh, he really going to kill me" so I had to start planning how I could put him out and not go to jail or die. I remember the X2 J gave me, ok ok I know my knowledge of explosive laws is not in-depth but I do know my self of defense laws and even I know that if someone tries to kill you and you genuinely fear for your life you have all rights to kill them so.... I clicked the activator and threw the X2 through a crack in the door blowing them and two parked vehicles to the high heavens leaving nothing but smoke in the air and a red mist all over the area. The blast threw me to the back of the deli, causing me to crash through a fridge door hitting bags of ice. I have never in my life heard the city get that quiet in my life it was almost a life-changing moment, but I realized that I just committed an act of domestic terrorism in one of the most over-policed cities in the ###.
By Ant2 years ago in Fiction
Bus Ride
Here is my contribution to Mother Combs' Campfire Stories Challenge: The bus was full during rush hour, but she was very lucky. There was one seat available in the very back, and she was able to walk slowly past all of the passengers, strollers, and baggage to see that it was next to a very handsome man. Nice suit, good cologne, and a winning smile. All of the people she saw at work were the usual dull office drones. She gave up on them a long time ago. And she wondered…
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Are The Windows. Top Story - September 2023. Content Warning.
November 1st, 2088 2:00 pm Psychiatric Medicine Convention Conference Room 205 “Colleagues, I am honored to be here today to present the results of our decades long study into the depths of the human mind. Before I walk you through the study methodology, I need to set the scene,” the scientist said in a dramatic stage voice.
By Donna Renee2 years ago in Fiction
The Horrifying Moniker. Top Story - September 2023. Content Warning.
"Rhea? That's a pretty name!" "Gee, thanks May!" "You wanna know a secret?" asked May. "Sure!" "May isn't my full name. It's just what I tell people to call me."
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Fiction